Posted: October 24th, 2010 | Author:Rhea Rajan | Filed under:My Firsts, School | Comments Off on I dress up as a Punjabi girl
One of my aunts called Sumathy was born in Punjab and she ended being quite a fighter. As not a fighter pilot, but with an opinion of her own. So much so, she thinks that I look better in brown than in pink….I mean, shouldn’t I be the one that knows what I look good in?
Anyway, so when I got a chance to dress up as a Punjabi girl for a Lohri song in my school Delhi Public School, Pre-Nursery in Gurgaon….I jumped at the opportunity. Mind you…it was my first group dance performance.
The misers that my parents are, they went in for hiring the Punjabi girls attire. I requested them and finally pleaded too….to buy me my own pair of Punjabi clothes….but they just wouldn’t listen.
Anyway, on the day I went to school in hired colthes and ended up being the best dancer during the Lohri dance. Want to see my video? I am post that tomorrow. For now, why don’t you just try the pics given below:
Posted: October 10th, 2010 | Author:Rhea Rajan | Filed under:I, me, myself | Comments Off on I am more sophisticated than my parents
They say I have sophistication….something that both my parents don’t have. But we can’t really blame my parents. After all, their parents weren’t as ‘exposed to the outside world’ as mine are.
Just in case you didn’t know my father touched a fork for the first time when he was planting a sapling. Surprised? Yes, he was planting a sampling in the backyard of their Madurai house and his spade sounded like it hit a metal. He dug deeper dreaming of untold treasures only to find that it was a rusted fork.
Though when he was selected as one of the 24 Indian youth to represent India in the Indo-Canada Youth Exchange Program 1997 the NCC officers trained him in usage of fork and spoon…he was no good. In fact, he lost out on one of his girl friends because he didn’t know how to eat noodles with fork. You can read his documentation of the story here.
My mother is no good too. When she uses her fork, it seems as if a crane is lifting soil to fill a pit.
I in turn, by some quirk and some good observation skills have ended up becoming a sophisticated eater. And I am only three and a half…which means, I can get better with my table manners.
Don’t believe me? Check a video of me eating lunch one day.